My outerwear keeps peeling off my skin,
Leaving me exposed,
To icy stares and bloodshot spacy grins,
You control the sun,
So all its rays converge right next to me,
I control the rain,
I call the clouds and make a storm.

In some catabolic nature's dream,
Drowning out the sun,
You cast a spell, reversed my chemistry,
Standing in the rain,
It makes me shiver uncontrollably,
I control the sun,
I send the storm off to the shore.

Control the rain.